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This story is too good to pass up…I have to share it with you. This past week (February 28, 2007) my wife and I were having breakfast together on a morning before going to work. She asked me what I wanted for my birthday since I am turning 40 on March 10th. She's a bit of a birthday hound and likes things to be just right on those special days. When she asked what I wanted I told her I wanted a new 9mm pistol to go with my .40 caliber I purchased last year. Her response was, "no really, what do you want for your birthday?" Of course, guys, I interpreted that to mean, "way too much money there daddy-O, bring her down a couple hundred!" She then proceeds to tell me that she had something really great in mind for my birthday but couldn't bring herself to do it because of the cost. She had my attention at that point, as you can imagine. So I probed a bit more and could tell she was really reluctant to tell me exactly what she had in mind. I'm thinking, "how much money is too much money?" She's a pretty conservative person, so I'm thinking pretty small. After all we just got back from Florida in January having been to Disney World and a great family vacation! So I point blank ask her, "exactly what do you have up your sleeve?" She then tells me that she wants to buy my car back. "My car? What does she mean by that?" I haven't owned a "car" for a long time…it took a couple of seconds for it to register with me. You see, growing up I owned a 1967 Ford Mustang. It was my very first car and it was a project that my dad and I worked on together. We bought that car when I was 15 years old and over the course of a few years we totally restored the vehicle together and it was as much my dad's pride and joy as it was mine. After my dad's death in 1992, the car sort of lost its luster to me. We sold it in 1993 to pay for the birth of our firstborn daughter, Megan, because we didn't have any health insurance at the time. It was something we agreed to do together to prioritize this new season of our lives as first time parents. That was 14 years ago. I must admit to you that over the years there have been many occasions when I wish I would have kept that old car. We did what we believed to be the right thing at the time, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't regret doing it.

To make a long story short, my wife's brother located the car and the current owner, who said the vehicle is not for sale, but agreed to sell it back to us